A very good dinner.

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The initial plan, not mine, was food at 13:00.  We ate an hour or two later.  As you know, if you know me, time is irrelevant.  Events occur when they do, because of course they do.  Make all the plans you like.  Reality perfits.  Your plans are great, until they aren't.  Which usually means as soon as your plans meet reality, physics, limits, time, and such.  Mother doesn't agree, but that is her problem.  Reallity and myself are happy to just be.

A very good meal.  I would have roasted the bird longer.  Mom decided it was time.  The thermometer agreed with her, even so I would have let it go for another half hour to more like hour.  She ate it, without fuss, but put the remnants back in the oven to finish.  Not terrible, or even raw.  But, medium rare.  I like it that way, on to medium well.  She not so much.

Enough meat for sandwiches tomorrow and soup the day after?  I'd say probably.  A turkey next year, ham for Christmas, not sure about Easter.  I proffered leg of lamb, but not her thing.  Though, if invited, we may go elsewhere, and have a smaller meal on another day.  As well, will try to have a guest or two sometime ourselves.

We both kept up on our cooking and prep bowls, cups, and else.  There wasn't much to do after all was finished.  Mom had to hit those right away anyway.  I couldn't help, was crashing.

I wanted to go to bed, but she wanted to use the walkin bath, then have me take Jasmine in to sleep in her room tonight.  So I had to stay up.  There seems to have been enough hot water.  But she did make a mistake, leaned forward with the jets on, and sprayed the bathroom.  But she cleaned it up.  Live and learn.  I'm not too to upset.  Gotta learn.

Very good meal.  If a bit of a long day.  Mom wanted me to work tomorrow.  A project needing done soon.  But I said no.  Saturday.  Then several days off after that.  Then longer periods down.  With my room next on my agenda.  Not any of her wants.  Those are not my problem, for a long time out.  Maybe nearing spring.  She has had me the latter part of summer through the fall.  My turn for rest and sleep, and my things as I may.

So tired.  Good night.